Twenty Years Ago
D. H. Lawrence
Round the house were lilacs and strawberries And foal-foots spangling the paths, And far away on the sand-hills, dewberries Caught dust from the sea’s long swaths. Up the wolds the woods were walking, And nuts fell out of their hair. At the gate the nets hung, balking The star-lit rush of a hare. In the autumn fields, the stubble Tinkled the music of gleaning. At a mother’s knees, the trouble Lost all its meaning. Yea, what good beginnings To this sad end! Have we had our innings? God forfend!
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